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The following is an epic poem relating the adventures of Baba, it's mythological hero. As with all men, Baba has many facets to his personality. He is simultaneously part saint, part criminal, and part fool. When Baba drops out of university in his freshman year, he leaves the west coast of British Columbia and begins a spiritual odyssey. This poem is a linear presentation of his four year journey through multiple mental and physical planes of existence.

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Nancy Woods is an Ojibwa native born on the Temagami
Reserve. She has spent most of her life in Toronto and is a
well known resident of Kensington Market. Nancy is a street
poet. No cocktail parties, ivory towers, or English P.H.D.s
here.
Nancy’s poetry is real. It hits in the gut, or in the groin,
depending on the poem. Questions and Joe deal with suicide
and loss of family. Nancy doesn’t pull any punches. She
looks death in the face and confronts it. Several poems are
angry. Generic Food For Thought deals with the topic of

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Foreword
Eliza Gardiner is one of the most prolific young writers
in Canada today. She is a graduate of screen writing courses
at York University and U.C.L.A. Although she has travelled
extensively, she remains a part time resident of Haliburton
County.
This is her first book of poetry and promises even better
things to come. Poems are like a mirror reflecting the soul
of a poet. The poems in this book are haunting with their
revelation of beauty, innocence, and emotional turmoil. Although
still in her early twenties,

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INTRODUCTION
Friends, do not be misled. The little collection of stories
you are holding in your hands is among the finest fiction
published in Canada in the last 100 years. Cheaply printed
and full of typos though they may be, these stories are free
of the mythological hype, contrived social relevance and
cunningly calculated greatness of 90% of the classy $7.95
productions you’ll find in better bookstores everywhere.
Reading these stories will do nothing to improve your

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‘Everest’, the name has fascinated me since mychildhood. I was in Asia five years ago and intended to go toNepal but it didn’t happen. Fate ordained otherwise, and Ihad always regretted it. It was therefore with the greatest ofpleasure that I found myself in the spring of 1974, flying toNepal.It’s a pity that I can’t inform the reader of the exactcircumstances and accidents which brought me once moreto the ‘roof of the root’, but I have taken a vow of silence.

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R. J. Austin is a lifelong resident of Haliburton County.
He is perhaps our Poet Laureate. The first poem in this book
should be enshrined in stone on the shores of Head Lake.
R. J. is a maverick writer, combining the wildness of
Robert Service with the temperment of Edger Allen Poe.
Some of the poems convey the sensation of burning
exquistitely on the spit. Other poems have a ghoulishness
to rival Stephan King. Yet other poems are extremely loving
and tender. R. J. is a man of many complexities and the
wild spectrum shows in his poems.

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PROLOGUE
Last night, I went to bed around ten o’clock, both body and
heart aching and seeking the blessing of sleep. I woke at 1:30
a.m. this morning, the bedsheets drenched with sweat. It has
been like this for the last week, the sickening feeling of
reality, and after a few minutes, the inevitable tears. I smoke
a couple of cigarettes to pass the time more quickly.
Suddenly, there is a tremendous crash outside my second
story window. I sit upright and a sparrow flies into the room.

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The August sun blazed with kingly terror. A proud dictator who reigned in silence over his scorched earth empire. It was exactly a week since Chris had left Herat and the cool shade of the fir oasis had given way to bare mountain rock, and thence to burning desert sand. Most of the time he spent flat on his stomach by the roadway. The rolled up sleeping bag served as a pillow and he used his arm as a shield from the powerful ultra-violet radiation. He remained absolutely motionless.

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‘Messages to Man’ was written in South America in 1978.It was totally different from anything I’ve attempted before. Inmy previous works, philosophical and social conceptsplayed a secondary role to plot development. Of course,these concepts could be inferred from the behaviour of thecharacters, but this depended mostly on the readers degreeof perception, which in turn depended mostly on the readerswillingness to identify with the character involved.In writing ‘Messages to Man’, I had two major goals. The

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The poems in this booklet were written in 1965-1966. Many
were recited at public readings at the Black Swan
Coffeehouse in Hamilton Ont and the Granville Street
Trotskyite Hall in Vancouver B.C. Many of the poems were
published individually in such periodicals as Fate, Scan, New
Society, and Satyrday.
The first edition of 300 copies was published clandestinely
on Westinghouse presses in Hamilton, Ont in 1969. It was the
first publication of Charasee Press and it suffered from
rudimentary workmanship. Despite it’s technical faults, it